Ling Xiao had never been nice to a spineless guy like Qin Bixue.
In fact, Qin Bixue's aptitude was not inferior to the Holy Son. Even if he lost today, he still had a chance to surpass him in the future. However, this guy was completely willing to be the Holy Son's dog. It was really disgusting.
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After Ling Xiao defeated Qin Bixue, the audience lost interest in the other matches. The only thing they wanted to see was the battle between Ling Xiao and the Holy Son, Hime Myung-kō.
As the eighteenth round of the competition was still going on, many people became restless.
Until the last round began, the audience was still very anxious.
However, the referees seemed to be deliberately against the audience and put the battle between Ling Xiao and Hime Myung-kō to the last match.
Now, except for the first and second place, the rest of the rankings were clear.
Qin Bixue was third.
Bai Qianjiao was fourth.
Mo Wushang was fifth.
Long Chen was sixth.
Together with Hime Myung-kō and Ling Xiao, they were the new Six Young Masters of the Sacred Dynasty.
Lan Yu 'er was lucky to get ninth place. Although it was not easy, she was still in the top ten. This made the people of Yuehua School very excited.
Celestial Master Golden Light could not help but cry.
"Ling Xiao should be second. However, in this Martial Arts Festival, our Yuehua School has been in the limelight. Ling Xiao is second, Lan Yu 'er is ninth, Dai Yuling is twenty-fourth, and Ling Xiao is fifty-second. They have taken up four spots in the top one hundred."
Celestial Master Heavenly Eye sighed.
"Yes, it would be great if Ling Xiao could defeat Hime Myung-kō."
Wanghan Tianzun was still a little ambitious.
"I'm afraid it'll be a bit difficult. You've all seen Hime Myung-kō's battle before. She's so powerful that she's completely above the others. It's simply wishful thinking to want to defeat her."
Heavenly Empyrean Heavenly Eye shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Although I am very confident in Ling Xiao, it is indeed too difficult for him to defeat Hime Myung-kō." Golden Light Heavenly Master felt the same way.
No matter how worried they were, there was only one battle left in the finals of the Martial Arts Festival.
On one side was Ling Xiao, and on the other was Hime Myung-kō.
Ling Xiao was the biggest dark horse in this year's Martial Arts Festival. He had defeated all his opponents and maintained a winning streak. His record was exactly the same as Hime Myung-kō's. His points were exactly the same, and even his luck was exactly the same.
It was as if his strength could never be seen through, as if it was always hidden.
Every battle would give people a surprise, an unexpected surprise.
When people thought he couldn't win, he would show amazing and terrifying strength.
Even Qin Bixue, who was at the One-Line-Sky Realm, was defeated by Ling Xiao. This was too surprising.
As for the Holy Son, Hime Myung-kō, there was no need for too much introduction. She had won first place in the last Martial Arts Festival and was the head of the Six Childes of the Sacred Dynasty.
No matter who she faced, she would easily win.
Her cultivation had reached the Early-stage of Yin and Yang Heaven, which made everyone look at her with new eyes.
"Before this battle, Your Highness Holy Son, shouldn't you tell me about our bet first?"
Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to get on the stage. Anyway, the martial arts platform was still under heavy maintenance. Even if he wanted to get on the stage now, he couldn't.
"Bet? What bet? "
The audience was a little confused.
Ling Xiao was just a disciple of the Yuehua School, while the Holy Son was going to inherit the throne of Holy Emperor. What kind of bet was there between them?
Few people knew about it. After all, this bet was only between Ling Xiao and the Holy Son.
Back in the Yuehua Sect, not many people knew about it.
Ling Xiao had to let more people know about it. Otherwise, if Hime Myung-kō refused to admit her loss, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
"I didn't expect you to admit your bet. I thought you were too scared to mention it."
Hime Myung-kō sneered and then stood up from her seat. She said loudly, "My bet with Ling Xiao is very simple. If he loses, he will be interrogated by Holy Emperor in public, pay the price for killing a disciple of the Swordsman Sect, and become my slave for life!"
Ling Xiao continued, "If the Holy Son loses, the Sacred Dynasty will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Swordsman Sect, and the Holy Son will be my slave! Although I don't like this kind of maidservant, one more won't make a difference. "
What!
When the contents of the bet were revealed, everyone present was shocked. This was too bold, wasn't it?
Regardless of who won or lost, Ling Xiao dared to make such a bet with the Holy Son. He didn't take the royal family of the Sacred Dynasty and the Heavenly King Sect seriously at all.
In the audience stand, countless disciples of the Heavenly King Sect looked angrily at the cyan-robed young man near the martial arts platform.
They were still unfamiliar with Ling Xiao.
But now that the Martial Arts Festival had begun, they were no longer unfamiliar with him.
He was the biggest dark horse of this year's Martial Arts Festival. Who dared to look down on him?
Of course, at the beginning of the competition, most people mentioned this name with disdain and mockery.
What could a mere disciple of the Yuehua School, a disciple of a sect ranked at the bottom of the Twelve Sects, be capable of? He dared to provoke the core disciple of their sect, Dao Wuming.
But now, they were no longer disdainful and mocking. Instead, they were angry and jealous.
Who was the Holy Son?
After it was announced that she was a girl, she was not only the unattainable Holy Son, but also the goddess in the hearts of countless disciples of the Twelve Sects!
Usually, most disciples of the Heavenly King Sect didn't have the chance to interact with the Holy Son, not only because of the Holy Son's arrogance and indifference.
It was also because she was the noblest person on the Tianlong Continent.
But this girl, who they had difficulty interacting with, had now made a bet with Ling Xiao. If she lost, she would become Ling Xiao's servant.
Just thinking about it made them jealous.
Although this kind of jealousy was a little strange and abnormal.
Because of this, almost all the disciples of the Heavenly King Sect had a very bad impression of Ling Xiao.
When talking about this person, they were extremely sarcastic and critical. It was as if they wouldn't give up until they made Ling Xiao worthless.
They really didn't know if Ling Xiao had stolen their wives or slept with their daughters.
Facing the disdain and anger of the disciples of the Heavenly King Sect, Ling Xiao's face still had a calm and composed smile.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the other sects secretly gave Ling Xiao a thumbs up.
Not only did Ling Xiao surpass all the difficulties to reach the end of the Martial Arts Festival, but he also satisfied the blasphemy in their hearts towards the Holy Son.
"Hehe, he's simply a role model for our generation. He even dared to flirt with the Holy Son. Amazing, amazing!"
In particular, some of the lechers in the sects seemed to have thought of something from the bet and laughed very strangely.
Hime Myung-kō looked at Ling Xiao, who was not far away.
She hated this person to the extreme.
"The bet has been announced to the world, and the battle stage has basically been repaired. Can we start the battle next?"
Hime Myung-kō said to Ling Xiao.
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